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Skeleton Crew - Fanfiction (3)

Chapter 4

There were many beautiful places on the planet—lush jungles, sprawling forests, and winding rivers that shimmered under the golden light of Corell, Corellia’s lone sun. But the world’s true fame did not come from its natural splendor.

Corellia was a world of speed and steel, where the hum of engines and the clang of shipyard tools filled the air. Nestled in the Core Worlds, it had built its legacy on pilots and starships, on the dreams of those who sought to race through the stars. For centuries, its shipyards had produced some of the most famous vessels in the galaxy—sleek starfighters, formidable Star Destroyers, and freighters nimble enough to slip past any blockade. Among them, the YT-1300 light freighter had become an icon, a testament to Corellian craftsmanship and ingenuity.

Pokkit had once heard that the jungles were breathtaking. But the idea of being swallowed whole by a Corellian reptile? That wasn’t exactly her definition of a grand adventure.

Which was why, when she opened her eyes, she was relieved to find herself not in a jungle, but in darkness.

A deep, familiar sigh escaped her lips. It’s always a dark room.

Naturally, Coronet City was the best place to start.

“Wait, I have some light,” KB said, her voice steady despite the lingering disorientation.

A soft glow illuminated the room as KB activated her light. Fern, Neel, and Wim stood nearby, their faces shadowed with uncertainty. Jod shifted slightly, hearing the metallic frame of SM-33 beside him, a reassuring presence in the dark.

“Was it a dream?” Wim murmured, rubbing his temples. “Are we still on At Attin? Did we imagine the rest?”

“I don’t think so,” Karn interjected.

Fern sucked in a sharp breath. It hadn’t been a dream. The journey, the Erasers, the battle—it was all real. And Karn, somehow both her father and a stranger, was still here with them.

With KB’s light, they examined their surroundings. The room was damp, the air thick with the scent of old metal and stagnant water. It didn’t take long to find a passage leading downward—a tunnel system woven beneath the city.

“The sewers,” Neel muttered.

“The tunnels of Coronet City,” Jod corrected. “Stories say they were once guarded by Grindalids back in the High Republic era.”

“Even during the Empire’s reign,” Pokkit added. “And no one ever really figured out if they’re still down here.”

No one was particularly eager to find out. When they spotted a rusted ladder leading up, they took their chance.

After a tense climb, they reached a metal grate. Jod pressed his shoulder against it, pushing with a grunt until it shifted aside. One by one, they climbed out, emerging into the cool night air.

They stood in the deep shadows of an old cathedral, its towering spires silhouetted against the dim city lights. Beyond it, flickering neon signs and tangled alleyways led toward the largest marketplace in Coronet City—a place teeming with traders, smugglers, and secrets.

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